So often when I travel
on a river or a road,
my passengers unravel,
impatient to reach our goal.
The scenery on the way
can so often look the same.
As the byways interplay
In such similarity.
It is then when I contend,
with much assured conviction,
"It's just around the next bend.
So hang on to your britches."
But bends can be contentious,
as I frequently have found,
despite the best intentions,
that I sometimes can be wrong.
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Author Notes
My wife always dreads when we're on either a canoe trip or a road trip, when asked how far is it to the next stop and I say "I think it's just around the next bend". Then it turns out to be the next 10 bends. Sadly, she doesn't trust me anymore.
This Poem is a set of abac rhymed quatrains in an anapestic meter of 7 syllables.
An abac rhyme is just the inverse of an abcb rhyme. Instead of only lines 2 and 4 rhyming, only lines 1 and 3 do.
This lovely curve in the road was photographed by the author on East River Road, St. Paul, MN. in October 2014.
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